A School Girl Love (LadyAmore and Mackenzie)

[LadyAmore]

Amelia Grey is spoiled rotten. Coming from old southern money, in addition to her parents highly successful careers, she grew up wanting nothing. Latest and greatest new toys? Already handed to her with a pretty red bow. Her parents loved their children more then anything, and showed their love in every way they could, wanting nothing but the very best for them. Equally rotten was her older brother, the one person who remained her best friend all along.

Amelia was smart, athletic, and stylish. School was easy for her and her classmates flocked towards her. She didn't keep friends close for long though. Most couldn't stand her personality. Her parents treated her like a princess and that's how she imagines herself. Amelia looked down on others and picked them apart, often to their face. Yet some still wanted to be her friend and reap the benefits.

Her parents didn't have much for expectations for their daughter. Be nice to everyone, failed. Save your virginity for marriage, failed at fourteen. The least she could do was get a college degree. Amelia was excited for college. She had no future plans but was attending as an english major. What she looked forward to most was the frat parties. That was her main reason she planned to rush, plus her mother thought sororities were a great place to make connections, especially with all the community work they claim to do.

She chose to go to school all the way on the other side of the country. Unfortunately this meant her parents being as loving and as devoted as they were, planned to take a three day road trip from Georgia to San Diego California with her. Not that she minded time with her parents, but ten hours of driving a day with them was far too much. She begged them to just send her by herself on a plane, but they insisted they wanted the time together.

They arrived at the dorms together around noon with all her luggage. Amelia could never pack light, her parents taking two elevator trips to get the luggage to the top floor. Room 409 defined small. Inside were two twin sized beds on opposite sides of the room though barely six feet apart. There were two small closets without doors, two dressers, and two desks with a microwave and fridge between them.

"Where do they expect us to put everything?" Amelia asked, as she plopped her bags on the bed to the right.

It was a hot day in San Diego, the temperatures reaching in the mid nineties. Amelia wore a tight baby blue tank top and short white skirt with white tennis shoes. As usual her long blonde hair had loose curls, her skin lightly tanned with rose cheeks and lips. Her long lashes and glamorous makeup perfectly complimented her ocean blue eyes. She had a tiny waist but curves that drove the boys wild. Her butt and hips were something she was especially fond of herself but men found her chest to be one of her greatest assets.

 

[LadyAmore]

When another girl entered the room, Amelia's eyes scanned over her body, sizing her up. The other was a fairly pretty girl with nice legs, but she obviously didn't know how to work what god gave her. This girl was not of her caliber and certainly not someone she would ever be seen with. Her parents however oozed southern charm and acted as though they would become the best of friends.

"My dear it is just so lovely to get to meet you. I'm Martha, Amelia's mother." The older woman introduced herself. Martha looked like her daughter but with smile lines and crows feet around her blue eyes. Her hair was shorter with more defined blonde curlers. She stood just a few inches shy of her 5'10 daughter.

Her father was equally as friendly, "Jessica, its a pleasure. Please watch over my baby girl wont you?" The man was handsome, tall and tan with hazel eyes and salt and pepper hair. He had strong features and a great physic for being 47.

Amelia could not wait for her parents to be on the other side of the country. She plastered on her sweetest smile, "It's nice to meet you, sugar." The boys back home all said her voice was sweet like warm honey and with just the tiniest southern accent in her song.

"Well dear, what's your major? Any plans after college yet?" Her father said conversationally as her mother began unpacking some of her daughter's luggage.

"I can do that myself Mama, shouldn't the two of you be heading back on the road soon anyways?" Amelia was in a hurry to get her parents out as soon as she could. Not that she hated her parents, she loved them to death, especially her father. She just wanted them gone so she could start living the college life.

"I suppose... I just wish we could stay longer. The house is going to be so quiet with you and your brother both away this year." Martha then hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek. "James dear I think it's time to say goodbye now." She added, turning to her husband and placing a hand on his back.

Her father gave her a hug "Alright sweetheart, behave yourself now, and make sure to call us whenever you get the chance." He gave her a kiss on the forehead "See you later pumpkin." and with that her parents said their goodbyes to the two of them and left.

Amelia let out a sigh of relief before she turned and began pulling her clothes out and laying them on the bed, sorting through them. She had brought with her massive amounts of clothing for every occasion. Between the clothes she had stuffed in breakable items like a picture frame of her family and more perfume bottles then one girl needed.

 

[LadyAmore]

And then it happened, the girl basically gushed everything about herself to Amelia. Did she have that effect on people? Or give off the idea that she even cared about them in any way? She did admit to herself that Paris sounded wonderful, cafe's and fashion. She dreamed of going herself someday, maybe meet a sexy french gentleman while there. She'd just need to learn a little more french first. The two classes she took in high school didn't exactly cover it. Not that she paid attention much in that class when she was to busy practicing a different kind of french in the locker rooms. Amelia almost found herself adding to that conversation. However she had to stop herself. Amelia didn't want this girl to think they were friends by discussing a common interest. She needed to set this girl in her place, the two were in different leagues and obviously couldn't be friends.

When the girl was done, she asked Amelia about herself. The blonde turned, hand on her hip as she stopped unpacking for the moment. "Look, just because we are roommates, dose not mean we have to be buddy buddy." There was almost a hiss in her voice as she added "In fact, I'd prefer you keep your distance. I'd rather not be seen with someone like you." She stated honestly as she continued unpacking her things, shoving all her panties and push up bras into the top drawer of her dresser. The blonde's social life and getting in the right crowd was all she really cared about.

Upon finishing unpacking her clothes, Amelia began making her bed and decorating the walls. It was like Barbie's dream dorm. Everything was shades of pink white and gold. Creamy white fairy lights were strung up above the bed. The bed was covered in pink ruffles and a white fur throw blanket. An entire suitcase seemed to be dedicated to her decorative pillows. Everything was set up like a home decorating catalog down to a silly quote on the wall. 'Live, Laugh, Love' was written in gold in a funky font beside the bed.